The 9th Grade Observer

The differences between middle school and high school are slowly disintegrating, and it's worrying me. High school is a step up, and I intended to step up. The problem is the anticipation is gone and the new people are beginning to fit into the the old roles.
It's as though no matter what their name is I will always have, 'the stalker,' 'the too nice girl,' the victim,' 'the recycler'  (which is what I call someone who takes witty banter, catch phrases, actions and personality traits from books and TV shows and plays them as their own.), 'the too cool for this boy,' 'the I Know All the Answers kid' and 'Ditzy Blond.' We all have these people in our lives, and we all would be much better without them. But they're like the phoenix rising from the ashes or a plucked eyebrow hair, they keep coming back!
And if you don't know one of these people in your group, you are that person! And we can't be friends anymore.
I am making new friends though, friends that hug me. So progress? Hey! I'm a blogger, a hug is monumental.
But walking from Bio to Spanish, I do pass through the most crowded hallway in the school and I get to 2nd base with at least 7 people every day, so you know... definite progress.
And PE is increasingly better. Today during volleyball this sophomore boy was smacking the ball super hard, in every direction, with all sorts of crazed flailing movements. I told Danielle I thought he was crazy. She told me he was probably high, looking at him I realized he did have the 'warning signs,' his eyes were dead, he was sweating, it was all very clear.Upon realizing this I said,'O my God, he totally is!' And not 2 seconds later he ran into the wall chasing the ball.
'He is!' Smack!
Made my day, and early too.
Hope yours was as good!
But not your moms, you know, if she wears Crocs.


Does your mom wear Crocs?